05-06-2023, 08:45 PM
It enchanted her. Roza’s violin tied pretty little bows around every one of her senses, and Esper watched unabashed from her own cross-legged position on the floor. Flowers wound her purple hair, all pinned up in a cloud on her head. Blossoms painted her cheekbones too, studded with rhinestones that caught the afternoon sun whenever she moved her face. Her lips were dark, presently in a vacant smile of appreciation for the way Roza moved. For now, she didn't pay attention to anything else; even Renáta's supervising eye from her tent across the way.